She was wet, her folds glistening as Remus laid her gentle back on the bed. He spread her legs with impossible tenderness, caressing her inner thighs. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, too long. Her eyes were closed and she trembled lightly. She was beautiful, pink hair so striking against the white of the sheets.
From behind him, Remus heard the shuffle of a chair being pushed away, and from the corner of his eye, Sirius entered his vision, standing with his trousers down around his ankles, pants peeled off, hard cock surrounded by those long wiry-haired fingers that Remus knew so well.
Sirius's voice was deep and wanton when he said, "Enter her, Moony. I need to see you in her."
Remus looked back down at the trembling woman before him-- Sirius's baby cousin. He wondered, did Sirius want to fuck Nymphadora? He probably did, but Sirius was somewhat fanatical about not risking the perpetuation of his family line. He never penetrated women, Remus knew, and he would never risk it with his own cousin. Remus, then, would have to do this for the both of them.
"Dora," Remus whispered, ignoring Sirius' impatient groaning for the moment. "Are you sure about this?"
Her eyes bolted open, and she answered, "Fuck me already, Remus. Let's not talk about it all night."
Remus grinned and knelt further over her, but instead of entering her, he lowered his head to her womanhood, tasting the saltiness of her desire. Sirius, behind Remus and off to the left somewhere, moaned powerfully, and Remus dipped his tongue in deeper, burying his nose and mouth wholly in the fuchsia curls of Dora's cunt.
"Fuck," Sirius stuttered. "How does it taste, Moony?" Sirius, always such a talker during sex.
Dora was vibrating now, tightly restrained energy. "She's salty," Remus answered matter-of-factly, "And sweet," he continued. "She tastes beautiful. You should try her, Sirius," Remus suggested.
Remus didn't have to see to know that Sirius would refuse. "Taste me for her, Moony," Sirius nearly whispered.
And Remus did. He lowered his head, probing his tongue deeper into the cunt before him. Dora was unable to restrain herself this time. She gasped, her hips rising off the white sheets. "Fuck, Remus. I'm going to come," she whinged.
And Remus understood that she was asking for him to stop, to penetrate her. He leveraged himself onto his elbows, moving up the bed until he was face-to-face with her small, pert breasts. He tongued one nipple lightly, afraid to bite, even gently. Just as Sirius feared children, Remus feared another form of offspring. They understood each other in this. But Dora didn't. Her hands flew to Remus's hair. "Harder," she hissed.
"I can't," Remus answered. There was a note of disappointment in his voice, and she opened her eyes once again to meet his.
"Right. Sorry. I forgot." Thrilling, really, to Remus, that anyone would ever forget.
Pausing to gather himself, he shifted and slipped his cock between her legs. Sirius was close now, watching from the edge of the bed, hand still on himself, stroking. Remus could just see Sirius's beautiful cock if he looked under his left shoulder. As he entered Sirius's cousin, it was on Sirius's firm body that Remus fixed his gaze.
All is Violent, All is Bright [1]
From behind him, Remus heard the shuffle of a chair being pushed away, and from the corner of his eye, Sirius entered his vision, standing with his trousers down around his ankles, pants peeled off, hard cock surrounded by those long wiry-haired fingers that Remus knew so well.
Sirius's voice was deep and wanton when he said, "Enter her, Moony. I need to see you in her."
Remus looked back down at the trembling woman before him-- Sirius's baby cousin. He wondered, did Sirius want to fuck Nymphadora? He probably did, but Sirius was somewhat fanatical about not risking the perpetuation of his family line. He never penetrated women, Remus knew, and he would never risk it with his own cousin. Remus, then, would have to do this for the both of them.
"Dora," Remus whispered, ignoring Sirius' impatient groaning for the moment. "Are you sure about this?"
Her eyes bolted open, and she answered, "Fuck me already, Remus. Let's not talk about it all night."
Remus grinned and knelt further over her, but instead of entering her, he lowered his head to her womanhood, tasting the saltiness of her desire. Sirius, behind Remus and off to the left somewhere, moaned powerfully, and Remus dipped his tongue in deeper, burying his nose and mouth wholly in the fuchsia curls of Dora's cunt.
"Fuck," Sirius stuttered. "How does it taste, Moony?" Sirius, always such a talker during sex.
Dora was vibrating now, tightly restrained energy. "She's salty," Remus answered matter-of-factly, "And sweet," he continued. "She tastes beautiful. You should try her, Sirius," Remus suggested.
Remus didn't have to see to know that Sirius would refuse. "Taste me for her, Moony," Sirius nearly whispered.
And Remus did. He lowered his head, probing his tongue deeper into the cunt before him. Dora was unable to restrain herself this time. She gasped, her hips rising off the white sheets. "Fuck, Remus. I'm going to come," she whinged.
And Remus understood that she was asking for him to stop, to penetrate her. He leveraged himself onto his elbows, moving up the bed until he was face-to-face with her small, pert breasts. He tongued one nipple lightly, afraid to bite, even gently. Just as Sirius feared children, Remus feared another form of offspring. They understood each other in this. But Dora didn't. Her hands flew to Remus's hair. "Harder," she hissed.
"I can't," Remus answered. There was a note of disappointment in his voice, and she opened her eyes once again to meet his.
"Right. Sorry. I forgot." Thrilling, really, to Remus, that anyone would ever forget.
Pausing to gather himself, he shifted and slipped his cock between her legs. Sirius was close now, watching from the edge of the bed, hand still on himself, stroking. Remus could just see Sirius's beautiful cock if he looked under his left shoulder. As he entered Sirius's cousin, it was on Sirius's firm body that Remus fixed his gaze.